Footsie - Supa Dupe lyrics

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Footsie - Supa Dupe lyrics

[Hook: D Double E] Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee That's me, budubupbup Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee It's who-who? That's me-me [Verse 1: D Double E] Head get mangled and dangled To the side just like I wear my Kangol Nowadays, I want heart attack a vandal Try test me, you'll get manhandled I've got bullies that like to mingle on road Especially in the dancehall And if it slides, I'll come to take pull Find my team from a next angle Bullets are flying diagonal Turn your head into a semicircle Then go [?] into a triangle Head from angle [?] Three-dimensional Lose your head far from the circle Bullets will fly [?] You better look into the mirror, it's a miracle [Hook: D Double E] Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee That's me, budubupbup Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee It's who-who? That's me-me [Verse 2: D Double E] Bare MCs think they're heavy like metal Say they've got dough but they ain't got a shekel And the city be ga**ed up, looks effed like Ethel Them MCs but Hyde but can switch like Jekyll [?] Will sting your ice kettle just like a [?] Draw for the metal, the belt buckle Careful, don't talk trouble with the Double In a war, I will leave you in a lyrical puddle Pretty hard, not [?] cuddle [?] put you back together like a puzzle Hold your mout shut like you were in a muddle All them pricks [?] Not gonna [?] to the side of your temple If they're simple, get popped like a pimple Bound to the D Double, forget the ting call [Hook: D Double E] Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee That's me, budubupbup Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee It's who-who? That's me-me (oh my gosh) [Verse 3: D Double E] Smash, slash, head up on the dash Ps and fat gash, take your stash of cash Next time, don't act flash So man don't get busy with the draw for the mash Think you're a big boy cause you got a dash? Bullets will catch a fed like a rash Draw for the mash in a flash Everybody sky like a rave got ga**ed Come out of nowhere just like a car crash Life get taken away like plus When it comes for the cash, standard, I've gotta get a mash Too many haters looking to lash my stash of cash [?] smoking ash After that, they ain't got no gash So they put on [?] [Hook: D Double E] Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee That's me, budubupbup Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee It's who-who? That's me-me (oh my gosh)

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